Colleen?
Get yourself in out of the rain!
Sorry to just show up like this.
Oh, good morning, sunshine.
I didn't expect to see you today.
Jake, honey...
You want to play for a sec, while I talk
with Mrs. Reese?
I need to ask you a favor.
Oh, Colleen.
If you could just watch him till noon?
You know I visit my father on Thursdays.
Please, Mrs. Reese.
I wouldn't ask if it wasn't an emergency.
What emergency?
They scheduled a training class at work
and if I miss it, I get fired.
Well, all right then.
As long as you're back by noon.
Thank you so much, Mrs. Reese.
Not to add to your woes, hon,
but you're a few days behind.
You know I love Jake to pieces,
but I need to make a living, too.
I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, I promise.
Give mommy a hug bye-bye.
I love you every day and twice on Sunday.
I'll see you soon, sweetheart.
Okay?
Hey, sorry I'm late. Traffic was a bitch.
What do you got?
All right.
Colleen McGrath, age 25, living in White Plains.
She dropped off her son Jake
at the baby-sitters and never came back.
Any idea where she was going? To work.
She has a job at Every Mart,
one of those big retail outlets.
She was supposed to be back by noon.
By 9:00 p.m. she still hadn't picked up her kid,
so the sitter called the cops.
The cops called Social Services.
So is uh, uh, is she a familiar face
around here? No, no complaints.
No record of abuse, no record of neglect, nothing.
What about a father?
We don't know who he is.
We barely know who she is.
No New York driver's license
or current address so far.
I get the feeling she wasn't exactly living the high life.
If she's a single mom doing it hard,
she might have just split.
Well, her kid's wearing
fifth generation hand-me-downs,
but he's clean, he's healthy.
Seems like she was a good mother.
I assume that's Jake?
Yep.
He say anything?
Just that he wants his mom.
DANNY: And did Colleen have a history
of not showing up?
She's never even been late.
Something happened, I just know it.
So you don't think she could have
just picked up and walked away?
Oh, that little boy is her whole world.
I can't see her up and leaving him.
But it was unusual
for her to bring him here on a Thursday?
Well, that's one of my days off.
She has somebody else watch Jake on Thursdays.
Do you know who this person is or where we could find them?
No, I'm afraid I don't.
Getting back to Colleen,
do you know where she lives?
Yeah, in one of those weekly-rate motels.
The Glen Capri, I think it's called.
What about Jake's dad?
Did Colleen ever mention him?
Not that I remember.
Now you said that she seemed upset when she dropped Jake off.
Were there any other changes
in her behavior lately?
Well... last week when she came to pick up Jake.
Colleen was usually so stressed about money, but not this time.
Those are the ones you wanted, remember?
They light up when you step on them.
Is that cool or what?
Wow, those are some fancy sneakers.
Yeah, sometimes you've got to live a little.
Must have really set you back.
And worth every cent.
Look at him.
Oh.
For you.
For today and tomorrow.
You're paying ahead?
What did they do? Give you
a raise at work or something?
Yeah, that'll be the day.
Don't worry, okay?
She never did say
how she came into that money.
But... but yesterday it was gone.
Yep.
Do you think that she was involved in something illegal?
Oh, she's not the type,
but it made me wonder.
and she was so nervous
when she dropped Jake off-- afraid even.
I'm not sure
how I can help you exactly.
You can start by telling me what you know about Colleen McGrath.
She's been an associate for almost six months.
She's a great worker.
Terrific gal.
She's part of the Every Mart family.
Um, Mr., uh, Burdock, do you have any idea
why she might have gone missing?
Are you guys sure she is missing?
I mean, we have employee retention issues.
Sometimes, people just leave.
Not without their kids they don't.
She has kids?
I guess the Every Mart family's
not that big on communication.
Yes, she has a three-year-old son.
Geez, I had no idea.
Huh. Apparently not.
Now, I'm told that Colleen came here
for a training class yesterday.
What can you tell me about that?
There wasn't any training class.
There wasn't?
You didn't see her? No.
I wouldn't expect to.
She's off on Mondays and Thursdays.
She have any problems with boyfriends, coworkers, drugs?
Not that I'm aware of.
Okay.
I'm going to need Colleen's
employment records.
I'll need to talk to all of her coworkers.
You're going to have
to wait until they're on break.
Associates can't conduct personal business
on the floor. Sorry. It's policy.
Mr. Burdock, I am conducting a federal investigation.
I will talk to whomever, wherever, whenever I want to.
Mr. Cleary, that sign says no vacancy.
Why's this place so dead?
All the tenants are at work.
Look, I gotta say, I'm not comfortable
letting you in Colleen's room.
Why is that, Mr. Cleary?
Out of respect for her privacy.
We don't care about code violations.
Just open the door.
Ooh, the presidential suite.
You get what you pay for.
I'll say.
You know if Colleen really did take off...
she didn't take much with her.
Hey, Danny?
What do you make of this?
Let me see.
Looks like it's got pins
in the front, pins in the back.
Looks like a pretty fancy key.
Where's the fancy lock, Mr. Cleary?
I assume it doesn't go with this motel?
Never seen it before.
Mr. Cleary, do you know if Colleen
has a husband, a boyfriend?
I get the feeling
she wasn't a one-man kind of girl,
if you know what I mean.
No. Tell us.
A few days back,
I got a noise complaint.
Apparently Colleen is
entertaining a man in her room.
Next night I figured out what she was up to and I busted her.
$200.
I know.
I know that.
Look, I'll do whatever you want.
Okay.
Bye.
Take it someplace else, Colleen.
What do you mean?
You can't do your business here.
I'm not giving you a second warning.
I was just using the phone.
"I'll do whatever you want"?
Not in my hotel you don't.
I don't need that kind of trouble.
Just leave me alone, Claude.
I know you and some guy
were going at it in your room.
I catch you turn another trick here, you're out.
Just leave me alone.
I guess I really hit a nerve.
I can't imagine why.
Look, with Colleen gone and all,
I mean, I gotta rent this room or I lose money, so if you guys
are pretty much done...
No, we're not.
Oh.
Colleen McGrath
has no phone, no car,
no credit cards, no bank accounts.
She's fallen right off the grid.
She was never on it to begin with.
Well, she's got a clean record,
no prostitution busts.
Well, she was making extra money somehow.
She must have had a second job.
She only has one set of payroll deductions.
Well, then she got paid in cash.
Colleen worked at Every Mart
five days a week, right? Right.
Other two days she was working someplace else.
You seem pretty sure about that.
Do the math.
There's no way she could make ends meet
with just this one job.
People do it all the time, Sam.
On seven bucks an hour?
I mean think about this.
Just staying at that motel, Martin, cost her $175 a week.
In a place like White Plains
she could rent a studio for less.
Yeah, but she'd have
to come up with a security deposit,
first and last month.
How's she going to save that up?
Okay, Every Mart kept her under 40 hours
so that they didn't have to pay benefits.
So her take-home tops out at $227 a week.
On top of rent,
she has child care, food...
All right, what if it just got to be too much
and she couldn't do it anymore?
No. She was struggling, but she was getting by.
Well, then why did she buy this?
A backpack?
Purchased at Every Mart
through her employee discount,
on the same day that she bought
those fancy shoes for her son. Listen,
maybe Colleen gave him those shoes as a good-bye present
before she hit the road.
Okay, but all her stuff was still at the motel.
Mm-hmm.
If she left, why didn't she take it with her?
Nora?
Special Agent Jack Malone, FBI.
So I gather.
FBI showing up-- that's big excitement around here.
I'm told that you and Colleen McGrath were good friends.
We must be-- I'm smoking nonstop
since I heard she was gone.
I understand that she was experiencing
some financial difficulties.
Yeah, I guess a big expense had come up.
Any idea what that was?
It's not like being broke's big news around here.
What can you tell me about the men in her life?
Oh, there's just Jake, that's it.
Nobody else around here seems to know that she has a kid.
Well, I hope you didn't tell them.
What, is it a secret?
From management.
The store would just as soon not hire moms.
They figure you'll be late, miss more days.
Right.
Uh, let's just get back to the men for a minute.
Um... we believe that Colleen might have been turning tricks.
Oh, she's scraping by, so she must be a whore?
That's not what I'm saying-- we just know
she had a second job. We all do.
You can't live off what you earn at this cheap-ass place.
Colleen cleaned houses on her days off, same as me.
Do you know who she worked for?
Nah. But I know she was having trouble with them.
Hey, Nora, you got a minute?
Sure, honey, what's up?
I was wondering if you know of any other cleaning gigs.
Well, what about that house you got?
It's getting weird there.
Weird how?
With the husband.
He coming on to you?
I'd rather not talk about it.
Oh, I been there before, baby.
I know what you're thinking.
What kind of freak wants to get in my pants, right?
You'd be surprised.
No, I wasn't thinking that at all.
: The point is,
if it gets ugly, get out.
I can't.
Not unless I line up something else.
You hear about anything, just let me know, okay?
You got it.
She didn't bring it up after that, and I didn't push it.
You think this... you think this dude did something to her?
That's what we have to look into.
Any idea what this guy's name is?
No, but I-I'm pretty sure his house is in Scarsdale.
Colleen once said he drove some red sports car.
I'm not seeing any calls to Scarsdale, Jack.
From what I can make out,
she's been working for the guy for, like, five months.
So she would have had to call him for something.
Maybe so, but that's one call in thousands.
Everyone at the motel uses that pay phone.
I got something-- multiple calls
to a Ted Fortman on 1461 June Street in Scarsdale.
Here's the red car.
Yeah, I haven't met Mr. Fortman yet,
but I feel like I know him already.
What, not your type? No.
Well, what is your type?
I'll never tell.
Mr. Fortman, Special Agent Spade.
This is Special Agent Taylor.
We're with the FBI.
What can I do for you?
Well, we wanted to ask you
a few questions about Colleen McGrath.
I don't know anybody by that name, so...
How'd you get that shiner?
: Uh... I don't think that's any of your business.
Mr. Fortman, does this key look familiar?
No. No.
You ever seen this woman before?
No, I have never seen her before.
Are you sure about that?
Mr. Fortman, you're not helping yourself.
You won't explain how you got the black eye,
Colleen McGrath has gone missing...
I had nothing to do with that. Then why
did you lie about not knowing her?
That was stupid, I got flustered.
Well, here's your chance
to set the record straight.
Well, I told you, she's the maid.
Yeah, that's not all she is, is she?
I don't follow. I think you do.
I believe that your wife just booked a trip to Cancun
'cause of a falling out you had. You spoke to my wife?
Long enough for her to tell me
that she was gonna file for a divorce.
I have a feeling it had something to do with Colleen.
You had an affair with her?
Look...
I was having an affair, okay, but not with the help.
Her name is Colleen. Colleen McGrath.
Yeah, well, this whole mess is her fault.
This ought to be good.
Uh, how is it all her fault?
A week and a half ago, my wife was in the city,
so I brought home a lady friend.
And, you know, I forgot that, uh, Colleen
was there
and she walked in on us.
What did you do?
Well, we had a little talk about... being discreet.
I thought we had an understanding, and...
a couple days later
I found out I was wrong.
What are you doing here?
Just finishing up.
You think still have a job after what you did to me?
What do you mean?
My wife just left me because of your big mouth, that's what I mean.
I didn't tell her anything. She knew I had
a woman here-- how did she know
about that, huh?
I don't know, not from me.
I wouldn't do that. I need this job.
Well, you should have thought about that
before you ratted me out. Now, leave.
You have to believe me,
Mr. Fortman.
I never said a word. I swear.
Get out.
If your wife really is gone,
you'll need somebody who can look after this house.
Get out of my house.
Fine!
But I want my $100.
For the two days I worked.
Take it up with my wife, okay?
You probably spent $100 at lunch.
I need that money.
I am not giving you a dime.
And I'm not leaving until I get it.
You're not leaving? Come on, let's go. Don't!
Hey!
Ow! Damn!
You hit me in the eye!
$100.
You pig.
Mr. Fortman, you are a class act.
So, what happened then?
She stormed off and drove away, and that was it.
She drove?
There was a pickup waiting for her.
It was black with a red stripe.
Do you know who was driving?
I didn't see that.
Okay, before this big,
uh, blowout...
you notice anything different in Colleen's behavior?
She's the maid.
Okay, um, we're gonna need you to look at some photos,
I.D. the make and model of that truck, all right?
We're also gonna need you to establish your whereabouts
when Colleen went missing.
Thanks, Mr. Carter, we appreciate your help.
Ted Fortman's got an alibi.
That's okay, because Colleen's ex-boyfriend,
Ray Weaver, is starting to fit the profile.
How'd you get a line on him? Court records.
He's Jake's dad, and it turns out
he owes Colleen five grand in back child support.
Plus, his ex-roommate said that Colleen called
last week looking for Ray.
Maybe she tried to make him pay up, and it didn't go well.
Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.
Did the roommate have an address on him? No,
nothing current, but he said he's in construction.
He works as a day player on salvage crews
around the city.
Yeah, I know, so do a thousand other guys, but...
All right, I'll get a list
of contractors and start calling.
Hey, we could use some extra bodies on this.
Where's Danny and Viv?
They're at the motel re-canvassing
now that Colleen's neighbors are home from work.
All right.
We think Colleen may have been riding around in a black truck.
Have you seen a truck like this around here?
Nope.
I don't suppose you know of any local baby
Sure don't.
Someone's calling for a Colleen!
Is there a Colleen around here?
I'll take it.
Hi. Who am I speaking with?
Dr. Evans? Yes.
We're with the FBI.
We understand you called the hotel
looking for Colleen McGrath.
Right, I spoke to your colleague.
I can't believe she's missing.
Is there someplace we can talk in private? Uh, yeah, sure.
So you were calling her about her son?
Yeah, I was just following up.
Following up about what? She brought him in
about a week and a half ago for routine vaccinations,
but then I discovered a problem.
What kind of problem? I had our E.N.T.
take a look at Jake.
We found some scarring in his ear canal.
Scarring?
From what?
An untreated infection maybe, it's hard to really know.
Is it serious?
We just have to deal with the fact
that he has some hearing loss in that right ear.
Permanent hearing loss? The E.N.T. says
about 40%.
I mean... Jake's in his own world sometimes,
but I never thought...
I mean, he's... he's a dreamy kid, you know?
I was the same way.
It's not as bad as it sounds.
All right, it's completely treatable.
Jake just needs a hearing aid.
A hearing aid?
: How much do they cost?
Well, you should be able to find one for about $500.
I don't have that kind of money, Dr. Evans.
And I don't have any way of getting it.
This can't wait, Colleen.
We don't want this affecting his development.
Is there a state program, maybe?
Not that you qualify for.
But I know a woman, she's a foster mom.
She got her boy a hearing aid.
That's different.
Foster children are the state's responsibility.
Lucky for them.
I wrote a prescription
for the hearing aid, and then she left.
Do you know if she filled the prescription?
That's what I was calling to find out.
Yeah, listen, uh,
I really got to get back to my patients.
I hope you find Colleen. Thank you.
Well, that's probably why she needed extra money.
Yeah. She knew
that if he was in foster care, he'd get that hearing aid.
She didn't do it, Martin, okay?
I don't believe she's the kind of woman
who would abandon her child, so let's just drop it.
Hey, Viv, any luck?
Nobody's talking.
Not exactly getting a lot of love are we?
Hey!
F.B...
Hey, it's okay.
I'm with the F.B.I.
Do you know that guy?
His name's Jeff.
His family lives here.
The cops are after him
for joy riding or something.
You guys are here about Colleen, huh?
Yeah, do you know her?
Not really.
I just hope you find her, that's all.
You know, people stay missing or get found on a small detail.
So if you know anything at all that might help.
Okay.
Well, for one thing, Colleen came by yesterday morning
asking me if I could watch her son.
I couldn't.
I had to go to work.
Have you watched him in the past?
I hardly know Colleen.
But she was real desperate.
There was a problem with the sitter.
What kind of problem?
I don't know.
Do you know who the sitter is?
No.
What's the other thing?
Sorry?
You said, "For one thing, Colleen..."
What's the other thing?
I'd just gone to go get some groceries,
and I was heading back to my room, minding my own business.
MAN: I want that thousand dollars!
Damn it.
What are you looking at?
Nothing.
Are you okay?
He's going to kill me.
I don't know who this guy is,
but if he knew that I was talking to you,
he'd come after me, like he did Colleen.
SAMANTHA: It's a cool bus, Jake.
Is that your favorite bus? Yeah.
Jake, I want to ask you a question, okay?
When your mommy is at work
and Mrs. Reese isn't taking care of you, who takes care of you?
Jean.
Jean?
Okay. Is Jean a girl like me?
Jake, I want to show you a picture, okay?
Okay?
Do you know who that man is?
Do you know who it is?
I want my mommy.
I'm sorry, Jake.
I didn't mean to scare you.
I think that's enough.
I'm sorry.
Cover the inside.
Hey, Nora.
May I?
Yeah.
When you going to quit these things?
They're going to kill you.
I don't want to get fat.
I'll save it for later.
All right, I'm going to post a bunch of these things
around the neighborhood.
Does this guy look familiar to you?
Hard to say, as many faces as I see.
What about that pickup? Who belongs to that?
That's the boss's, Mr. Burdock.
You think Mr. Burdock and Colleen were hooking up?
That's disgusting. Of course not.
Though I heard that they had some kind of argument
in the stockroom last week.
That's good to know, Nora. Thanks.
Hey, what the hell?
Why are you doing this to me?
You lied to me, all right?
You picked up Colleen from a cleaning job.
Is that a crime? I used to give her a ride when I could.
Oh, yeah? What kind of ride is that?
It wasn't like that.
She was always having to take the bus or walk.
The word is you two had a fight in the stockroom.
What was that about?
I cared for Colleen,
but she put me in an impossible situation.
Hey, Colleen. Hi, Mr. Burdock.
Come on, call me Dwayne.
Isn't it your day off?
Yeah.
You know what, I've really got to run.
Whoa, whoa.
Wh
Nothing.
What's in the bag, Colleen?
What the hell is wrong with you?
I'm sorry.
Your sorry?
Look, I needed the money.
For a medical thing.
I didn't know what else to do.
So this is your solution
Now you're out of a job.
No, please, Mr. Burdock,
I swear, I've never done anything like this.
Please, Mr. Burdock,
give me another chance.
Please.
Don't ever do this again.
I won't.
Thank you.
So you just let her walk?
I guess I have a soft spot for her.
You don't even know her.
She's trying to raise money for a hearing aid for her son,
that apparently you know nothing about.
You expect me to believe
that you let her go out of the goodness of your heart?
That's right.
You strike me as quite the humanitarian, Mr. Burdock.
Let's go to your office and discuss this a little further.
Look, I stuck my neck out for her.
If this gets out it's going to cost me my job.
Yeah, you lie to me again I'm going to make sure it gets out.
I'll have it announced at the next blue-light special.
Ray Weaver?
Special Agent Johnson and Taylor.
Whoa. This can't be about my child support.
No, it's about Colleen.
She went missing two days ago, Ray.
What?
Oh, man, what about Jake?
Relax. Jake's okay, he's with Social Services.
Well, I need to see him. We understand, that but you're
going to have to answer some questions.
Now we know that Colleen
tried to reach you.
Have you seen her?
No, but she started calling this past week.
The last I heard from her
was three days ago.
She was in a full-on panic.
Yeah?
I need money, Ray.
Colleen, look, if this is about the hearing aid...
No, I took care of that.
But I need a thousand dollars.
Hey, I said I'd make good on the child support and I will.
I need a thousand, right now.
What for?
It doesn't matter what for.
Listen, I can't just pull a grand out of my ass.
This is life and death, Ray.
What are you talking about life and death?
Colleen, are you there?
I need that money.
Please, Ray, I need that money.
I'd never heard Colleen so worked up.
I wired her 268 bucks to a check cashing joint.
That's everything I scraped together for Jake's hearing aid.
She said she bought it already?
Yeah, which was news to me.
Now, did she ever mention a baby
Just that she was trouble.
Do you know Jean's last name?
Morris, I think it was.
I've told you guys everything I know, now I want to see my son.
Okay. We'll take you to him.
Hi. Hey.
So, uh, Ray Weaver was right.
Colleen ordered the hearing aid from a Bayside Pharmacy.
She paid in advance, but she never picked it up.
Where'd she get that kind of money?
Why did she need a grand from Ray
when she'd already purchased it?
None of this makes any sense.
Yeah.
You know, unless... unless she borrowed the money
from a loan shark, to cover the cost
and then was unable to pay it back.
The loan shark being the guy who roughed her up at the motel.
Mm. The tracks.
That would explain her phone call to her supposed John.
The loan shark is pressing her to pay up.
She only has $200.
Mm-hmm.
Where ever she is, she's in trouble, Martin.
This case is really getting to you.
Yeah.
Is it the kid?
It's all of it.
I found our baby-sitter.
Jean Morris?
No Jean Morris, but I found a Jeanette Marris.
She lives in White Plains and get this:
in the last two months she's called Every Mart ten times.
She's got to be looking for Colleen.
Let's go.
Thanks, man.
Jeanette Marris, F.B.I. Open the door, please.
We got one down.
Clear.
She's alive.
Jeanette Marris?
Jeanette Marris!
Can you hear me?
Sam, check it out.
SAMANTHA: Heroin.
Maybe the trouble between Colleen and Jeanette
had to do with this.
SAMANTHA: Hey, wake up.
Hey, come on! Let's get her up.
What the hell? Rise and shine.
Let's go. Who are you?
FBI. Where's Colleen?
I don't know any Colleen.
That's a lie, Jeanette.
Hey, where'd this come from, huh?
That's not mine. Oh, no?
Whose is it, then?
You've got to be quicker than that, Jeanette.
I suppose this isn't yours either, huh?
I don't do that anymore.
Oh, yeah? Then why can't you stop looking at it, hmm
Where's your spot, Jeanette? Let go of me!
Where's your spot? Get off!
Hey, hey, you want this? Do you want this?
Huh?
You know you do.
Just say the word, I'll fix you up.
Think she's kidding?
Just give us what we want and we can all walk out of here happy.
I get to keep my stash?
Yeah, you can keep your stash.
What do I got to do?
Tell me about Colleen.
It was last week.
I had it kicked.
I was clean until she came along.
Hey, Jake.
Going somewhere, Colleen?
Just taking a bus ride to the city.
Is it okay if I put his juice in the fridge?
He wants it cold.
Sure, whatever.
See you later, honey.
I should be back by 7:00.
What happened when Colleen got back?
She got pretty bent out of shape.
Mommy! Hi, sweetie.
Look what I got for you.
You like it?
Why don't you play for a sec?
Give it back.
Don't know what you're talking about.
My backpack was never out of my sight, except when I was here.
What, are you calling me a thief?
I was one bag short.
That's over a thousand dollars worth.
You brought drugs into my house?
Where is it, Jeanette?
It isn't mine, okay?
Do you know what they're going to do to me
if I don't get it back?
Like I said, I don't know what you're talking about.
Yes, you do.
Let go of me, before I call the cops.
You want to tell them your story?
Now get the hell out.
SAMANTHA: Did she say whose drugs they were?
No. How about where
they were being delivered?
Um, said she was taking a bus to the city.
That's all she said. I don't know.
All right, I'll bag this and get it to the lab.
Wait, you said I could have that. You stay right where you are.
You arresting me, you bitch?
Yeah, I'm arresting you. Colleen's got drug dealers
thinking she ripped them off because of you.
Let's go.
Maggie Scott?
Special Agent Jack Malone.
Thanks for taking the time to talk to me.
I got plenty to spare. What's this about?
We're looking for a woman who worked as a drug mule.
Based on the chemical analysis of the heroin,
it would appear that you and she worked
for the same smuggling ring.
I'm trying to find out more about the organization.
Well, I gave detailed statements.
I'm sure you've seen them.
I'd like to hear it from you.
I was working in a coffee shop.
This guy, Ken, would come in on occasion.
We would talk.
He saw I needed money.
One day he told me he knew an easy way I could make $800.
And he offered you half up front, right?
At the time, it felt like I had won the lottery.
So how'd it work?
I would take a bus to Port Authority.
Someone would meet me.
I'd give them a tote bag full of drugs,
and they'd give me the other half of my money.
But?
But I never made it to Port Authority.
I was waiting for my bus to the city
when a cop pulled up.
And I got so nervous, I fainted.
He went to help me and looked inside
the tote bag for my ID.
Found the heroin.
Prosecutor made it sound like I was some kind of drug kingpin.
And here I was, practically living out of my car.
I got five years for possession with intent,
plus another five
for being within a thousand feet of a school.
Live and learn.
If you ever find this missing woman, have her stop by.
I'll scare her straight.
She delivered short.
Well, then I guess she's not exactly missing, is she?
Thanks.
Excuse me, Mr. Peters?
I'm Special Agent Spade with the FBI.
How can I help you?
We think this woman took a bus to White Plains five days ago.
Does she look familiar to you?
Yeah. I remember this lady.
You do? Where was she?
Right there, sitting on that bench.
You don't forget someone having that bad a day.
We're boarding, ma'am.
Last call, 515 to White Plains.
Are you all right, ma'am?
: Everything's just gone so wrong.
I'm sure that's not true.
Oh, is that your son?
Yeah.
He's a good- looking boy.
Do you think he'd, uh,
you think he'd like one of these?
Thank you.
It's never as bad as you think.
: I think this time it is.
Was she with anyone else?
Nah, she was alone.
Okay. Thank you for your time.
How'd it go at Port Authority?
Pretty much a dead end.
Well, tomorrow's another day.
You're going home?
Yeah.
The case is going cold,
and I haven't seen my son in two days.
Right.
Sorry.
It's okay.
Though if you want to keep on pushing,
you can help Martin go through those.
What are they?
Case files.
Uh, Viv had the DEA send over anything that might be relevant.
Shouldn't have been so hard for her, you know?
She deserved better.
We'll find her, Sam.
She just didn't leave us much to go on.
Martin...
this isn't about records, or files, or paper trails.
The problem is, she's invisible.
I mean, this woman has vanished into thin air.
And if it weren't for Jake,
it wouldn't have even made a ripple.
I can't... I just, I feel like
things happen to people like her, you know?
They happen, and-and no one notices
and no one is held accountable.
Well, the best way to do something about that
would be to help me with these files.
Okay?
Okay.
Hmm.
There's a couple of files here on a drug mule
that went missing two years ago in Westchester County.
A similar profile, 26-year-old woman,
Elizabeth Rogers.
What happened to her?
Um...
They, uh, found her body a month later.
In the Raritan River.
She'd been shot.
Was there a suspect?
: I'm not sure.
What?
There was a suspect.
The witnesses had a description.
That's the same guy.
Sam?
Where you going?
Jack...
whoever this man is,
he took Colleen
and she's not the first.
I think I know how to get him.
Okay, I'm listening.